It's Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Final, and a man makes his way to
his seat right at center ice. He sits down, noticing that the seat
next to
him is empty. He leans over and asks his neighbour if someone will
be sitting there.
"No," says the neighbour. "The seat is empty."
This is incredible", said the man. "Who in their right mind would
have a seat like this for final game of the Stanley Cup playoffs
and not use it?"
The neighbor says "Well, actually, the seat belongs to me. I was
supposed
to come with my wife, but she passed away. This is the first
Stanley Cup
we haven't been to together since we got married in 1967."
"Oh ... I'm sorry to hear that. That's terrible. But couldn't you
find
someone else, a friend or relative, or even a neighbour to take the
seat?"
The man shakes his head "No. They're all at the funeral